Whisker scuttled along the side of the road, his aura completely gone from all around him. He looked at the sky in the distance where the giant ship hung in the air, and tiny humans in the sky fought like gods, sending tremors through the city.
Most of the city had evacuated already. Since everyone was a cultivator, it didn't take the people to close the shop and leave immediately.
It took Whisker a moment before he arrived at the building he had been looking for.
'Finally,' he thought. He was supposed to have found it long ago.
His little whiskers moved in the wind, sensing all sorts of information through them. He got simple information like sight, smell, sound, and even taste of whatever was in the air through his whiskers, and he got some more complex information such as temperature, pressure, and such.
